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And they knew that this glad message would never die not all the jails and clubs and machine-guns in the country could kill it, not obloquy and ridicule, not hunger and cold and disease. No! for the workers were hearing and understanding, they were learning the all-precious lesson of Solidarity.
The Hansa, of course, would share a similar fate; in fact, it had already heeled over to such an extent as to render it quite dangerous for its obstinate owner, who, at the peril of his life, resolved that he would stay where he could watch over his all-precious cargo, though continually invoking curses on the ill-fate of which he deemed himself the victim.
Behold yon miser bend, with palsied fingers, O'er the rich gold around him glittering piled, How, with a father's care, he tireless lingers By life's all-precious hope, his darling child. Fond wretch! his aim to narrow life is bounded, Yet, true to Nature, all for him hath proved; The glorious gifts that once his path surrounded, Have served to strengthen feelings basely loved!
A critical time was at hand in the lives of the all-precious larvæ, when they could not be moved the period of spinning, of beginning the transformation from larvæ to pupæ. This evidently was an operation which had to take place outside the nest and demanded some sort of light covering. On the flat board were several thousand ants and a dozen or more groups of full-grown larvæ.
"Neither." "What then?" "A convert." "Your name?" "Lord Hunniades," said Iskander, "that is for your private ear. I am unarmed, and were I otherwise, the first knight of Christendom can scarcely fear. I am one in birth and rank your equal; if not in fame, at least, I trust, in honour. My time is all-precious: I can scarcely stay here while my horse breathes. Dismiss your attendant."
And so, taking from his bosom that all-precious and long-cherished deposit, David Alroy, in obedience to his instructions, pressed the signet against the gigantic portal. The portal opened with a crash of thunder louder than an earthquake. Pale, panting, and staggering, the Prince of the Captivity entered an illimitable hall, illumined by pendulous balls of glowing metal.
He knew that, for a few brief, all-precious moments, the way might possibly be clear to come and go to get water to save Beatrice and himself from the thirst tortures to procure the one necessary thing for the making of his Pulverite. His heart gave a great, up-bounding leap. "Look, Beatrice!" cried he, his voice ringing out over the terror-stricken things. "Look we're gods! While this lasts gods!
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